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Just thinking about doing that made my heart start beating faster.
Which was a good thing.
Because even if Carlo was a mafia king, I was still going to do what I promised.
And chances were good that I’d like every minute of it.
6
Giselle
“Hmm, I’m going to add more liner. Carlo likes a smoky eye. Eve grinned down at me. She would know what Carlo liked. After all, she’d known him a lot longer than I had. And she’d been sleeping with him longer, too.
A pang of envy sprang up, but I quickly quashed it down. I was not going to be jealous of my best friend.Nope. It wasn't her fault that she'd met him before I had. And it also wasn't her fault that she'd be sleeping with him long after I left.
Ouch.
This pang was definitely sharper than the first.
A thought came into my head that I didn’t want to ponder.
After I left, how many times would I sit and wonder if Eve was fucking Carlo at that very minute? Or if he was holding her in his arms.
Without me there beside them.
Or if Carlo was busy fucking someone else.
Someone new.
Not me.
Now my stomach really hurt.
“Hey.” Eve sat down beside me on the bed. The serious look on her face made me worry. “Are you okay? We don’t have to do this, you know. If you aren’t comfortable sharing Carlo anymore.” Her hand found mine and she squeezed it. “Just say so. It’s not a big deal. We’ll wait. Nick got so overprotective of me when we started trying to make a baby.” A dreamy expression covered her beautiful face. “He wanted to kill Carlo and Stefan for even looking at me.”
That made me smile.
I could totally see Nick lapsing into overprotective alpha mode. Mostly because he was still in it. I shook my head. “No, I’m fine, Evie. I know the drill and I’m good with you being there. I love you being there. And it’s fun.”
Her head nodded and her shiny blonde locks bounced. “But if there’s ever a time when you don’t want to share anymore,” her hand landed on my bare shoulder, “you’ll tell us, right? This doesn’t work if someone’s feeling jealous. And we’re all human, after all. Plus, making a baby is a—” she took a slow, deep inhale, “wonderful process, honey. It’s a magical time. Or at least it can be for some.”
Making a baby.
With Carlo.
The thought of that did make my heart leap and my blood run faster. But the thought of what would come after—if Sergio found out—scared the ever-loving crap out of me.
I turned more fully toward Eve and grabbed her other hand. “I’m good, really. I promise. There’s no jealously,” I lied to my best friend. There was no other choice, though.
I couldn’t tell her how I really felt.
Or how I was going to leave all of them soon.
And how I wanted to grasp onto the last bits of our friendship and love. Because I needed to make sure I remembered each second of being with these people. I had a feeling right down to my toes that I would never find a group of humans who loved me this much. Or who I loved this much.
She gave me a rather skeptical look. “Are you sure? You seem a little—” she shrugged her shoulders, “off.”
I gazed down at our hands for a moment. Then I looked up at her and asked, “Can I ask you a question?” My voice sounded small and insignificant to my ears.
